It ended fast.

Fists flew, bones cracked, someone hit the wall with a scream. Vi didn’t even stop to count, just hit until nothing moved. Her muscles were fire, her ribs screamed every time she breathed, and the taste of blood sat thick in her mouth.

But then she looked up. You were there. Still standing. Hurt, yeah, but breathing. Alive. That was all that mattered, Relief hit her like a punch to the chest.

And then her body gave out.

No ceremony. No dramatic stumble.

Just gone.

Her knees slammed the ground, and before she could even try to catch herself, she hit the concrete face-first with a heavy, sick thud. completly out cold.